Dumpster Denim

Last Thursday night, I took my garbage out. We have a garbage room in my apartment complex and from time to time, people will leave old stuff down there, free for the taking. Most of the time, it’s a rickety old shoe rack or a gross boxed spring covered in suspicious stains. But on Thursday, there was a pile of clothes.

And I rifled through them. Because I am my mother’s daughter.

In the pile, I found a pair of jeans. They were from The Gap. In my size. So I grabbed them, inspected them, and stuffed them in my jacket.